Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.